If you’re new around here, confessions is a time for us to all unburden ourselves of the silliness we’re feeling at the moment. I share dumb things, then you share dumb things, and we all have a better day because of it.
Let’s get started!
The boys are super into watching America’s Funniest Home Videos. I do appreciate the videos that capture people doing hilarious and ridiculous stuff inside their homes. Thank you for sharing this moment for my enjoyment.
But am I the only one who is creeped out AF about having video cameras INSIDE your home? I guess it could make sense if you have pets and need to keep an eye on them while you’re at work. But all other explanations weird me out hardcore.
My beloved teal watch band finally broke, but thankfully, I had purchased a multi-band pack over two years ago. The only colors left were black or pink (I think it is the obnoxiously-named “Millennial pink” color). I hate pink.
I think I secretly love this watch band though. I’m not very girlie and this tiny pop of pink has added a feminine touch that is missing from my life.
It will not last long at all though. A light-colored band will not survive in my world. I’ve already had to scrub it clean after cleaning out the wood stove and working in the garden. I’m the reason we can’t have nice things.
Last fall (maybe Septemberish?), I had the weirdest interaction with a reader on Instagram. In fact, it was so odd that I am still turning it over in my mind.
I had posted a silly slo-mo video of Bennett stacking and busting through a few 12-packs of toilet paper. A few hours after posting it, I had a DM (direct message) from someone asking why I was hoarding toilet paper.
I explained that I wasn’t and that I always had this much TP on hand. My parents had been Costco shoppers from way back, and I just grew up with a big stash at home. It is my normal. I mentioned that the fact that people DON’T always have a ton of toilet paper at home caught me off-guard during the TP rush last spring.
She told me that toilet paper was still really hard to find where she was (over 1,500 miles away…) and that me having all that toilet paper was considered hoarding. I told her I was sorry that it was still such a struggle but mentioned that our stores were fully-stocked and nothing was in short supply except yeast. And in fact, the toilet paper my kid was playing with had actually been purchased pre-pandemic.
I then was treated to a lecture that perhaps if other people shopped like her (never buy more than you need, and don’t hoard items), then perhaps nothing would be out of stock. I could picture her lecture being written with some pearl-clutching with a haughty sniff.
I again told her that toilet paper was flowing freely in our stores and actually, I hadn’t purchased any for 6+ months, and thus my established TP stash was not contributing to any pandemic buying. But the lecture continued about why I was basically ruining society.
I finally just told her to have a great day and stopped interacting. I knew this interaction was not about me. It must be so frustrating to need something and not be able to find it. Fall was still a stressful time in many areas for lockdown. Her anger needed an outlet.
But here’s the thing. I’m not here to be your outlet. Call a friend, family, or a professional. I’m a human being who is here to help you make fantastic meals for your family in under 30 minutes. I might make you laugh along the way, but my main goal is to improve your life and help you come up with a wonderful pantry-inspired dinner.
You’re an adult and I am not your punching bag.
I listen to a lot of investigative podcasts, and I’m not sure how or when the hosts got the memo that you’re supposed to take long dramatic pauses while talking. Half the time I’ll be out walking and think my earbuds have run out of batteries or my phone stopped working. Just speak normally!
I promote my blog in lots of recipe-sharing Facebook groups. They’ll have names like “Simple Weeknight Dinners” or something. Everyone is there to discuss and share recipe ideas.
Which makes it so infuriating when people respond “google it” or “check Pinterest” when people ask for recipe suggestions. Um, the whole point of this group is to share recipes that YOU like. You literally joined to share recipes.
In the “before times” I used to take the kids grocery shopping unless of course, I could avoid it. One day we were in the produce section and I was getting ready to choose a container of greens.
Jack insisted we get spinach or baby kale and then Bennett started yelling that he wanted arugula. I realized that in the history of this grocery store this was probably the bougiest conversation that had ever happened.
I’ve never seen When Harry Met Sally.
Ok, friends, your turn! What do you need to confess?